Balance
By Gedatsu-Kitteh
Kyle was the smart one. There was no doubt about it.
Kyle he saw the logic behind everything; the levers and pulleys beneath the curtains.
Stan knew Kyle was smarter. He could tell every time he glanced his way to meet that calculating gaze. He could tell by the way his eyes scanned the pages of their English books in class: analyzing, separating, picking apart like a machine.
Stan, for the most part, idolized his best friend.
For the most part.
Stan was smart too.
But it was an emotional kind of intelligence. He was able to judge any situation based merely on his own feelings. This usually led to conflict between him and Kyle.
While Stan was blind to some things, Kyle was blind to others.
Stan didn't understand why Kyle would rather study so much than come hang out with him. When they died, they wouldn't care about they're test scores, or whether they were accepted to Ivy League Schools; they would care about the time they had with each other. Through living life you learned what really mattered, not by cooping yourself up all the time cramming your brain with things you'll less than likely use later on, right?
Stan leaned his back against the side of Kyle's house and slid down to sit. He sighed as tears swelled in his eyes. Kyle didn't understand. Yes, of course Stan knew that it was important to be financially successful in life and the only way to do that was to get a good education; but… he just didn't think that something so superficial should come before an opportunity to create memories. The tears slid down his cheeks. They were only kids once, is what he had said to Kyle. "Well, we don't exactly have the luxury of screwing up early on either, Stan!" had been Kyle's counter before he slammed the door in his best friends face.
Kyle sat hunched over in his chair with his head resting on his desk. His arms drooped so that his finger tips just barely brushed against the carpet. He breathed deeply before sinking further into his position. Everyone thought he was the "smart one" and Stan was "average Joe Shmoe". But Kyle knew things about his best friend; things only he knew.
It was in English class he noticed it. It was the only class he and Stan shared; the only honors class Stan took. Stan rarely participated in class; that was usually Kyle's turf. But when he did, he left the entire room speechless; Kyle and teacher included. Kyle noticed that when Stan answered a question it was usually a very difficult one; mostly questions he himself couldn't answer completely. That was when he began to see his best friend in a different light. Stan wasn't "smart" per say, Stan was… wise. And quite frankly it wierded Kyle out. Seriously, how could you suck so bad at easy things and yet come to genius conclusions for difficult ones. It screwed up Kyle's logic. It just made absolutely no sense.
And yet, to Stan it made perfect sense.
Kyle was the brain and Stan was the heart.
Neither could be without the other.
AN: drabble stuff. Bleh. I don't like this one.